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dharc16 · 4 years

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10 WAYS TO CELEBRATE THE AUTUMN EQUINOX

The Autumnal Equinox is the time of year when daylight and nighttime are equal. After the Autumnal Equinox, the darkness will begin to win the battle, gaining an extra minute or so every day as we progress towards winter. Now is the time when nature begins to slow and the harvests become less plentiful. Though the autumn equinox can arrive as early as September 20th or 21st depending on solar patterns, this year it falls on September 22nd. So get ready to celebrate!

Like most Sabbats that are celebrated later in the year, the autumn equinox is about reflection and letting go of that which does not serve us any longer. It's a chance to slough off the old and prepare for rest. We clean out that which piled up during the business of summer and store up that which we will need for our winter rest. The colors of the Autumn Equinox are just as rich and warming as the colors of autumn—deep crimson, vibrant orange, lustrous gold, and earthy brown. If you're planning a feast, make sure to include all the fall bounties as well as late summer fruits and vegetables. Pumpkin, squash, berries, nuts, and corn are all fantastic inclusions. Looking for specific ideas on how to celebrate the Autumn Equinox without costing a mint? You've come to the right place! Here are 10 wonderful ways to celebrate for free or for little cost!

MAKE POPCORN

What's more cozy than snuggling under a blanket with a big bowl of buttered popcorn? Of course, you could always watch a movie, but why not take your treat outside to watch nature instead? Inhale that fragrant autumn air. Really take a few moments to appreciate the breathtaking hues of the trees. Watch the birds and squirrels as they prepare for winter. Simply take in the magnificence of the season. And if you're in a generous mood, leave a few un-buttered pieces of popcorn for the critters.

BALANCE YOUR CHAKRAS

The Autumn Equinox is a time to find balance in your life. But while we tend to immediately think of time constraints as a place to find balance (work versus family time, family time versus self-care), when was the last time you balanced your spiritual centers?If you're not familiar, chakras are points of energy on the body that have spiritual as well as physical impact. When they are balanced, life is good. When they are imbalanced, we have unwanted manifestations, such as illness and financial troubles. The good news is balancing them is as simple as taking a few minutes for visualization! Like any visualization, chakra balancing gets easier with practice, so don't feel discouraged if you have trouble focusing during your first go around or two. A nice, simple chakra meditation can be found on YouTube. Get a blanket, find a quiet spot under a tree, and take some time to balance your chakras this Mabon! You'll be glad you did. Bonus points if you plant your feet in the soil and get your earthing on!

HAVE A PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE

Admittedly, this suggestion is a little self-benefiting. But what's autumn without a warm drink laced with cinnamon and nutmeg? You can certainly buy one at your favorite coffee shop, but why not make one? I'm betting you already have the ingredients on hand. Take the time to really savor the process. Inhale the nutty aroma of the coffee before you brew it. Watch as the creamer turns your drink into a rich caramel color. Savor the first sip without scarfing down the entire drink. Life is a lot more pleasurable when we take time to relish the things we enjoy. Sit outside with your homemade brew, breathe deep inhalations of that luscious autumn air, and simply BE.

FOCUS ON GRATITUDE AND THANKSGIVING

With Autumn Equinox being a time of reflection and balance, what better way to celebrate than to make a list for all that you are thankful for? Take a notebook to the park and make a list of everything you appreciate—from big things, like your family or health, to small things, like hot cocoa and fuzzy slipper socks. Feeling crafty? Make a gratitude tree! Simply find a funky fallen twig that has lots of little branchy offshoots to hold your leaves. Place the twig (or twigs) in a pot of stones so it's standing upright, like a miniature dead tree. Collect fallen leaves or cut your own from construction paper. Write something you're grateful for on each leaf. Tape on a loop of string or thread, and hang the leaves from your twig! Beauty and function— my favorite!And remember, crafts don't need to be limited to children. Our children are grown and gone, yet we make a gratitude tree every year for Thanksgiving by adding one leaf a day for each day in November leading up to the big feast! Festiveness isn't just reserved for those too young to drive. Embrace life! Live it with all you've got! And don't forget to be grateful!

BRING IN SOME NATURE

If you're anything like me, you're just itching to get something decorative in your home this fall. We don't really get in to decorating for Halloween with ghosts and goblins because we don't celebrate the way that most people in America do. We celebrate it the Christian way, not the pagan way. Why not take a nature walk and collect whatever beautiful, natural treasures you stumble upon? Colored leaves. Acorns. Gnarled twigs. Pine cones. Cool rocks. Bring a bag and collect whatever catches your eye. Arrange it on a table or counter top when you get home, throw in a candle or two (maybe gold and red) and you've got yourself an instant natural Mabon altar! You can even leave your natural masterpiece up for a few weeks as a spectacular (and FREE!) fall decoration!

WELCOME IN THE DARKNESS

As the sun sets on the Autumn Equinox, we welcome in the darkness of the coming season. Grab a blanket, some lawn chairs, and allow yourself to be fully in the moment as the sun sets this equinox. Once the orange globe has dipped below the horizon, breathe in the darkness of fall and honor the tranquil introspection this season inspires. With tea, of course!

BRING ON THE COZY

Having spent most of my life in Texas, what I miss most about autumn is the coziness. Soft sweaters. Knitted throws. Hot drinks. Crisp morning air. Chilly noses on rainy days. Envelop yourself in the coziness of autumn, even if, like here in Texas, you are still running the air conditioner and suffering in 90 degree weather. Whether that means decorating your home in autumnal flare, lighting a pumpkin-spice candle, or baking a cinnamon-scented apple pie, do something special that puts you in that autumn state of mind.

TAKE IT IN

The best part of autumn is undoubtedly the simplicity. Life seems to slow down just a little, following the graceful dance of nature herself. Take the time to slowdown alongside her. Treat yourself to a pumpkin latte, head over to your favorite park or even your own backyard, and just exist. Watch the passersby as you sip your drink. Observe the colors of autumn, the slight crisp that's beginning to blossom in the air, the chatter of birds as they prepare for winter. Breathe deep. Slow your mind. Just exist. It's something we don't do often enough, but fall is most definitely the time for it!

FIND BALANCE

Whether autumnal or vernal, equinoxes are the perfect opportunity to find balance, just like nature! If you've been doing a little too much of anything—eating, working, worrying, whatever!—now is the time to take a step back and evaluate how to change your behavior in favor of a more healthy approach. Remember, anything in excess is damaging. Even drinking too much water will kill you.I know! Crazy, right?!If you find it difficult to disconnect from work. If your vice is copious amounts of sugar. If exercise has become obsessive. If spending has exceeded income, take the time to make positive changes. NOT to belittle and berate yourself. NOT to feel guilty and swim among the self-loathing waters. Objectively look at the situation, find a reasonable solution, and make changes. Shame doesn't fix the problem. It's a warning bell that alerts us to the need for change. Nothing more. Take a deep breath of that fresh autumn air and start again. You've got this!

CINNAMON FLAMES

Autumn seems to bring out the craving for bonfires and campfires. If you're lighting one up this Autumn Equinox, toss in a couple of cinnamon sticks for good luck in the coming season. Plus your backyard will smell heavenly!

Whether you use this time to reflect or to indulge, I hope you have a spectacular Autumn Equinox celebration filled with love, coziness, and an extra dash of magic! BLESSED BE!

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lesbianmonsterlover · 5 years

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Beauty and the Beast, Part 2

She isn’t quite sure what she expected from you, but a sweet if nervous smile flitting across your face was not it. “I’m not going to run from you.” She wants to scoff, but she just fixes you with a confused look and stays silent for you to continue. “I just wasn’t expecting you, that’s all.” Now she does scoff, but something about how softly you’re looking at her prompts her to give a resigned rumble of a growl from her chest and turn on her heel.

She begins stalking out of the room, mulling you over in her mind. She had never had much interest in the princes that would come calling for her hand, and the power of their kingdom gave her the luxury to remain unmarried. Her tastes had always leaned toward the fairer sex, often instead of the princes that had come to court her she would instead find herself in a dalliance with their sisters or even mothers in a few cases. You were precisely her taste, as far as physical attributes went, but what intrigued her most was the sharpness about you that was tempered by a feminine kindness she found almost intoxicating. So soft, so gentle, she wanted to be pinned by your gaze forever.

She’s a few steps out the door when the notices that you aren’t following, and she turns to look at you from over her shoulder. Her emerald eyes shine from the darkness like a beacon. “Are you coming to dinner? Or are you just going to stand there gawking?” She doesn’t mean to be so rough, truly, but when you go several decades without meaningful human interaction it’s going to take a toll on your social ability. Especially when presented with someone so alluring. She growls to herself as she turns again, continuing to stride powerfully down the hallway but slowing her gait to give you a chance to catch up.

As you’re walking beside her she gives a nod to a steward who gives the order to begin lighting the torches. She’s delighted by the gasp of wonder you let out as the palace is lit from within. She watches your face as you take everything in with wide eyes, and seeing as you’re distracted enough she takes a moment to appreciate your form. The dress you have on is a beautiful cornflower blue, and topped with a rather cute white apron. It’s simple but it suits you, although she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t imagining draping you in every bit of finery she could scrounge up in this place. You’d look wonderful in yellow, she’s sure, dripping with gold and gems from her mother’s jewelry box, looking like the sun had been pulled down from the sky just for her.

Dinner is an affair, her chef-stove taking the opportunity to create a culinary masterpiece the likes of which the castle hadn’t seen for decades. Pulling out all the stops, she’s delighted to watch you eat dish after dish as she plies you with questions, tongue loosened by wine. “I just needed to get away for the day. My father, he’s rather ill and the doctor isn’t sure if he’ll ever wake. I’ve left him in a care clinic, but that leaves just me in the home and, well, there aren’t any jobs for unmarried young women in my village that I’d be willing to do, if you understand me.” Her heart breaks for you. She understands you perfectly, even if she doesn’t have the firsthand knowledge of what it’s like to be put in that kind of situation. Her rumble of assent seems to be enough for you to continue. “On top of that, there’s this...this man…” the way you spit out that word makes her huff out a laugh “this horrible monster of a man who doesn’t seem to understand what the word no means. He’s asked for my hand a dozen times, in increasingly desperate ways, and every time I rebuff him his reactions get worse. After my father collapsed...well I didn’t want to be in the house today for when he inevitably came by to ask to marry me again. I’m not sure I’d have made it out entirely intact.”

The snarl on her face makes you squeak a little in fear, eyes widening. She takes a deep breath in to school her expression. “What a horrid pissant.” Your rather unladylike snort of laughter makes her smirk. “I do not miss my interactions with men. Dreadful, entitled beings with rare exception.” Your giggle is what she was after, and the two of you trade stories back and forth about your experiences with men. When you collapse into a heap of laughter at her telling of the time she managed to convince a rather stupid prince that the castle was haunted by simply kicking the post of the table they sat at for tea, she knows it’s time to bring you to your room. You’re definitely drunk, but bubbly and lively. When you stand and wobble she offers you her arm, like a gentleman should, and escorts you to a rather lavishly furnished guest room.

When she returns to her own chambers, dark and decrepit from years of her pent up aggression being taken out on the furnishings, she collapses into her pile of pillows and down comforters with a sigh. You could it be, could be the one to break the curse and the one she would spend hopefully the rest of her life with. But you’ll be going back to that shitty little village tomorrow, you’d forget all about her as those who leave these lands always do, and she’ll be left here to rot along with all of the poor staff who she’d brought down with her. If only she could convince you to stay longer, to give her a chance to show you how she could provide for you. But she would not keep you prisoner. She knows too well what it means to be trapped by these four walls with no real freedom, longing for connection and intimacy. No, you were not a bird to be kept in a gilded cage. With a heavy heart she sinks into sleep, resigned to her fate and whispering apologies out into the void for the lives of those in her employ who would fall victim with her to her own weaknesses.

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When you wake the next morning you’re rather hungover but still remember last night with decent clarity. The mysterious beast who lived in the castle was a woman, seemingly a noblewoman of high standing who before whatever happened here used to cavort around with the princes and diplomats from foreign nations. She was sharp and witty, her dry sense of humor magnifying the absolute stupidity of some of her former compatriots. Even in this form she was attractive, in a dangerous way that made your heart thrum in your chest and nerves feel on fire. Her fur was so soft, and your cheeks heat when you vaguely remember burying your face against the fur of her neck when she caught you from stumbling.

Part of you is loathe to leave today, but you know that you must get back to the cottage and sort things out. You’ll need to count your coins and talk to the owner of the book shop about perhaps taking on a position there in some capacity dusting, cleaning, anything he needed. So long as you could get some coin in your purse to scrounge up a living on so you wouldn’t have to seriously consider the advances of Gerard. If you got to that point you don’t know what you’d do, so it’s best not to dwell on it.

When you finally muster the energy a few minutes after waking, you stand from the bed and stretch. The pop and crack of your back and shoulders makes you sigh in relief, and you take a moment to limber up before washing your face in a basin and slipping your dress back on over your shift. Peeling back the curtains your face goes worried at the blizzard raging outside, the happy pop and crackle of the roaring fire in your fireplace was enough to drown out the wind whipping outside of the castle walls.

The knock on the door of your guest chambers surprises you, but when your hostess opens the door after you call for her to enter you fix her with a large, if sheepish, smile. “I see you’ve noticed our predicament, sweetheart.” The pet name makes your cheeks flush and she smirks, hitting the mark. “I’m afraid you may be here for the foreseeable future, I know you needed to get back to town but I don’t believe you’d make it there in these conditions. I’d offer you the use of a horse if I had one, darling, but I do not.” She looks at you sadly, although hopeful, and her eyes brighten when you giggle and smile at her sweetly.

“Well, I can think of worse places to get stuck, and with worse company.” When you wink you can tell she’s flustered by the way her jaw tightens and she looks away from you. “I appreciate the effort, but seriously, I’m happy to be here. Thank you for not leaving me out there last night.” You place your hand on her arm, your fingers sinking into warm auburn fur and finding hard corded muscle beneath. She grumbles at you, gaze unreadable, and you can tell she’s gone somewhere in her mind that isn’t exactly pleasant.

“I learned long ago not to turn away those in need. Come then, let’s find us something to do today. Tell me, sweet, what do you enjoy? Chess? Painting? Needlepoint?”

“Books.” Your answer is immediate, and your cheeks are still flushed as she gazes at you with warm eyes. She doesn’t answer you though, merely nods and turns to walk down the hall at a slow enough pace that you can follow alongside. When she walks slowly she can manage on just her hindquarters, those hugely muscular thighs and hips too much to be contained by regular breeches. She had been wearing them last night when she took you to dinner, but you could see how they strained at the seams. She’s in a pair of riding pants today, the fabric seems to have more give to it and is cut on the bias to allow for even more stretch. Her white blouse is tucked into the pants, although her collar is open to leave room for her neck and scruff. The swell of her breasts is prominent but not overly so, and you find yourself wondering what she looked like before whatever happened. Has she always been like this? Is this a new predicament?

Before you can ask anything she stops you in front of a set of huge, wooden doors. “Close your eyes.” Under normal circumstances this would be an odd request, you find it especially odd coming from your kind-if-rough-around-the-edges host, but you do so anyway, not only closing your eyes but covering them with your hands. When the door before you opens you’re hit with a blast of cool air that smells like old paper, worn leather, and firesmoke. It smells like the book shop back in town, a scent you’ve come to love. You feel a large clawed paw on your lower back that gently guides you in. You’re still left in the dark for a bit as you hear someone stoking a fire in the fireplace, but once you can hear the cheery crackling of split wood and the gentle roar of the flames you hear your host’s voice again. “Alright, sweet, open them.”

The windows are too dark with snow to let in much natural light, but the fireplace does a good job of illuminating most of the first level. Looking up into the hugely vaulted ceiling you see at least two more levels above with small walkways and huge moving ladders. You can’t help the gasp you give and the awestruck wonder with which you take in the sight of so many books. “I didn’t know there were even this many books in the world.” You miss the gentle look the queen gives you as you speak in hushed and reverent tones.

“I want you to be comfortable here, especially with how long it looks like you may be stuck here between the blizzard and the havoc it will undoubtedly wreak on the forest paths. So long as you’re here with me, sweet, you may come here at any time. Nothing but my private quarters are closed off to you, but I implore you to ask for guidance from myself or my staff if you wish to wander, I would hate for you to get lost in our maze of halls just to perish while I search for you.” She’s rambling a little, but you find it endearing and just laugh and nod along.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve met your staff, are they...like you?” Her face is steel after your question, eyes hard and angry. She shakes her head a gruff no.

“No, I am the only one cursed to look like such a beast. They were all victims of my hubris and selfishness.” Okay, so she hasn’t always looked like this and she’s bitter about it. While you’re mulling over the fact that you’re, well, pretty attracted to her, and you’re trying to figure out how to tell her you think she’s beautiful without coming across as patronizing, she calls out someone’s name.

You hear what sounds like wooden legs scurrying across marble when you’re bowled into by the ottoman who saved your butt from hitting the marble last night. It lets out a low, rumbling bark that makes you laugh at the absurdity of the situation. You do your very best to pet the ottoman, running your palms along its broad back and taking the time to scratch at the seam where the cushion met the frame. Your host is smiling fondly down at you as you play with the “dog,” who has chosen to settle on your lap with a satisfied sigh.

“Okay, so your staff are...furniture?” She sighs, kneeling down beside you to scratch under what you’re hoping is the chin side of this ottoman.

“Many years ago, I was spoiled and selfish and vain. I allowed my bitterness and anger to turn me into a monster, and I justified all of it by the fact that I was queen and none could defy me. I was cursed, and rightfully so, for denying an old woman shelter on a night much like last night. I denied her because she was ugly, and I thought such creatures didn’t deserve a place in my beautiful palace. It wasn’t her that was ugly though, it was me. She proved it simply by making the outside match the inside.” She way she gazes, almost unseeingly, down at her paws makes your heart hurt for her.

“How do we break the curse?” She’s startled out of her reverie by your hand on hers, and when she glances at your face she’s struck by the sincerity and openness on it. “I want to help, you’ve been so kind to me, I think you’ve...I hope at least you’ve learned the lesson you were meant to. Let me help you, it’s the least I can do.”

She gives you a sad smile, more of a grimace or a sneer than a smile really but you understand the sentiment behind her bared teeth. Her huge paw comes up to touch your cheek gently, not daring to cup your face in her hand lest you realize what you’re sitting across from. “Oh you sweet, gentle girl. Thank you, but I am resigned to my fate. If you’re happy to keep me company though while you’re here, that is more than I could ever ask.” You agree readily, eyes bright as you instruct her to get settled on the chaise by the fireplace.

“We’re going to read together! Or, well, one of us will read to the other. Now...let’s see…” You let her instruct you to her most beloved collection of books, all of them well worn with weak spines and creased leather. She loved her books, you can tell, and you’ll do right by them. You swear. Picking the most loved and creased volume of all you wander back over to the chaise and settle yourself closest to the fire, between the warm wall of muscle and fur of your host and the hard arm of the chaise.

She plucks the book from your hands, looking down at it longingly. Her huge paws dwarf the small, leather-bound tome. She flips it open to a particular page, the book falls open there easily so you guess that she studied this page a thousand times. Her long tongue licks nervously over the corner of her muzzle and she skims the page with one claw, eyes full of unexpressed emotion.

“That man to me seems equal to the gods,

The man who sits opposite you

And close by listens

To your sweet voice/

And your enticing laughter--

That indeed has stirred up the heart in my breast.

For whenever I look at you even briefly

I can no longer say a single thing,/

But my tongue is frozen in silence;

Instantly a delicate flame runs beneath my skin;

With my eyes I see nothing;

My ears make a whirring noise./

A cold sweat covers me,

Trembling seizes my body,

And I am greener than grass.

Lacking but little of death do I seem.”

Her voice is low and longing, each word dripping unbidden with hidden meaning. “Did you write that?” You voice is wondering and it makes her laugh loud and clear. It doesn’t sound like that’s a noise she’s made in a long, long while if the rasp from its disuse is anything to go by.

“No, sweet, but thank you for thinking that something so beautiful could come from someone as ugly inside as I was.” She pushes a long lock of hair behind your ear as she stares down at you softly. “It was written by Sappho, a woman from Ancient Greece who wrote poetry about loving other women, the way men love them.”

Your cheeks are hot but you can’t look away from her face. Loving other women? You’d never given much thought to the fact that you hadn’t found a man attractive in, well, ever. You figured it had more to do with the lack of options in your little village than anything about men as a whole. Thinking on it though, whenever you imagined your life going forward you never really imagined a husband. Sure, you imagined a partner with you, someone to share your days and your burdens, but as you dwell on it for a moment you come to a rather sudden realization that you never much liked men in the first place. “Will you read me more?”

Your host chuckles, thumbing your chin. “Of course, sweet. Here, let me read you some of my favorite fragments…” She trails off, flipping through the thin pages looking for something in particular. That’s how the two of you spend the whole of the morning and most of the afternoon. A rather sweet teapot brings a rolling cart with lunch and tea on it, chattering happily with her companions as they leave when you thank each of them individually with a sweet smile.

When you collapse back into your bed that night, the storm still raging outside the castle leaving the sky nothing but a sheet of gray, you do so with a smile on your face.

At the same moment you collapse into bed, your horse has been found still saddled but without you on it, shivering in the barn and eating the last of the hay that had been set out. The stablehand from the inn takes charge, and Gerard has plans to use this to his advantage. He pays, quite happily, for the inn to board and care for your mare. Once the snow lets up he is going to go into the woods in search of you. Either he will bring you back agreeing to be his wife, or he will leave you there to rot and claim to have found nothing but some tattered remains of your dress. Yes, he will get what he wants, or you will just have to die, because if he cannot have you then, well, what’s the use of you existing?

You fall asleep, blissfully unaware of the plans of that toad back at your village. You’re simply looking forward to tomorrow, wondering what else your host can introduce into your life.

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silent-storm-seductress-blog · 5 years

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Qaara Kagon

Character Chart

Character’s Full Name: Storm Chaser Priestess, Qaara of the Kagon

Reason or Meaning of Name: Title mostly. Infusing her natural aetheric abilities for “storm” magics and she is a trained low tier priestess of the Kagon tribe

Character’s Nickname/Alias: N/A

Reason for Nickname/Alias: N/A

Birth Date: 26th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon

Physical appearance

Age: 20

How old does he/she appear: Slightly younger, maybe late teens

Weight: 94lb (50kg/7stones)

Height: 4ft 7in (143cm)

Body build: Slender, soft, slightly toned but mostly just gentle curves

Shape of face: Heart, slightly broad forehead but it’s hidden by her bangs

Eye color: soft violet rimmed in glowing soft leven blue limbals

Glasses or contacts: N/A

Skin tone: pale cream

Distinguishing marks: Known: Freckles - light dusting over her cheeks and nose - Freckles - light dusting over her shoulders and back of neck Unknown / Known to a few: Inked in runes along her spine - Blackened left arm covered in moonlight silver markings

Predominant features: Auri Horns

Hair color: Black with deep pink tips

Type of hair: Short, straight

Hairstyle: Semi- asian style cut with straight banks, lazily layered back, long chunks that hang to either side of her face. All the “layerd chunks”, bangs etc are tipped with deep pink.

Voice: Below a whisper, usually slightly raspy if she talks at all these days

Overall Attractiveness: 8/10 (her personal opinion)

Physical Disabilities: Can not actually heal well despite being a priestess - needs open areas to use her full storm magics (i.e large room with a high ceiling or be outside)

Usual Fashion of Dress: Cloth or light leather - usually dyed black - long robes and a mask during daylight - short near nothing attire at night or inside - often doesn’t wear tops if is around other auri or those comfortable with it.

Favorite Outfit: SImple cotton short shorts and nothing else

Jewelry or Accessories: Feathered Owl Mask, black with silver tips - leather cords about her wrists decorated with various rune stones (uses these in place of wand/staff)

Personality

Good Personality Traits: Open to being friendly and open minded upon a first meeting. - Always tries to give people a chance to show their true selves and accept the person for who they are, not what others say they are or expect them to be

Bad Personality Traits: Is sometimes a bit too trusting, is loyal to a fault in that once she trusts you and accepts you as a close friend or more...she can not see a wrong in you even should you commit a great crime. She’ll defend you and give excuses for you to the death!~

Mood Character is Most Often In: Relaxed, cheerful, curious

Sense of Humor: Most things go over her head if they are of a perverted nature but she can laugh at just about anything thrown at her

Character’s Greatest Joy In Life: Relaxing and watching the night sky change from star filled to a raging storm.

Character’s Greatest Fear: Her darkness being found out and rejected by a person she is most close to

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Losing a loved one should she ever fall in love.

Character Is Most at Ease When: It is night time and raining/storming

Most Ill at Ease When: During the day, high noon, in the desert.

Enraged When: Someone threatens her or her close friends.

Depressed or Sad When: Always a little bit, hiding one’s darkness is….a deeply tiring and emotional toil that goes unseen by nearly everyone.

Life Philosophy: Give people another chance to prove themselves...don’t let a single moment define a person….people CAN change if they have the willpower to do so and are given the chance.

If Granted One Wish, It Would Be: To have just ONE person understand and accept her AND her darkness...no try to change or rid her of it.

Character’s Soft Spot: Injured friends

Is This Soft Spot Obvious to Others?: Very much so.

Greatest Strength: Adaptability

Greatest Vulnerability or Weakness: Emotions

Biggest Regret: Not leaving her tribe’s Kha sooner (she is still a part of the tribe!)

Minor Regret: Keeping most people at a specific distance as far as relationship closeness goes

Biggest Accomplishment: Not succumbing to the curse upon her

Minor Accomplishment: Becoming fairly strong with storm magics

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: None yet..

Character’s Darkest Secret: The reason why her arm is blackened

Does Anyone Else Know?: Yes, one person is slowly learning the secret.

Goals

Drives and Motivations: Survival, making friends, finding one special person

Immediate Goals: Survival

Long Term Goals: Finding someone to stick to through thick or thin

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: She’s just winging it!

How Other Characters Will Be Affected: If she doesn’t get attached...they won’t be? If she does, ho boy get ready for a roller coaster of fun!~

Past

Hometown: Azim Steppes - Kagon Kha

Type of Childhood: Difficult - Shunned my tribes members for being ‘Azim Touched’ - Favored by Elders for darker reasons

Pets: N/A

First Memory: Waking up in the middle of the day, sunburnt and with a black mark about her left middle finger.

Most Important Childhood Memory: Spurring into action her first raging storm

Childhood Hero: N/A

Dream Job: To travel the world alongside someone and dive into the darker aspects of it.

Education: Trained in simple healing magics - Near Master in Storm related magics - Trained in simple weapons and staves as well as long staffs

Religion: Worships Nhaama

Finances: Able to provide for herself but nothing showy

Present

Current Location: Ul’dah possibly or somewhere within Thanalan

Currently Living With: Nobody, sometimes crashes at Crossroads Haven (FC she is a part of)

Pets: N/A

Religion: Worships Nhaama

Occupation: Healer or Mage for hire

Finances: Livable

Family

Siblings: N/A

Relationship With Them: N/A

Spouse: N/A

Relationship With Them: N/A

Children: N/A

Relationship With Them: N/A

Other Important Family Members: N/A

Favorites

Color: Moonlight Silver - Black - Deep Rose Pink

Least Favorite Color: White - Gold

Music: Orchestral

Food: Sweets - Meats - Fruits

Literature: History books - Books on elemental magics

Form of Entertainment: Books - Traveling

Expressions: A soft and inviting smile

Mode of Transportation: Porting Crystals or her own two feet

Most Prized Possession: Owl Mask

Habits

Hobbies: Reading, practicing her magics, daydreaming, wandering

Plays a musical instrument?: Nope, can’t even sing

Plays a sport?: N/A

How he would spend a rainy day?: Walking out in the rain, meditating

Spending Habits: Spends what she needs when she needs but would rather trade as is the custom of her homeland

Smokes: Nope

Drinks: Sometimes, usually a glass of wine or two, socially

Other Drugs: Nope

What does he/she do too much of?: Daydream

What does he/she do too little of?: Train in Healing

Extremely Skilled At: Storm or elemental magics

Extremely Unskilled At: healing magics

Nervous Tics: Will fall silent or remove herself quickly from situations she can not handle

Usual Body Posture: Upright - relaxed - yet ready to act in an instant

Mannerisms: Cheery - Polite - Sociable

Peculiarities: Will randomly greet people in the most random ways, usually mimicking their posture and expressions after stepping up beside them.

Traits

Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist

Introvert or Extrovert?: Extrovert

Daredevil or Cautious?: Both - situation depending

Logical or Emotional?: Both - usually logical

Disorderly and Messy or Methodical and Neat?: Chaotic organization

Prefers Working or Relaxing?: Both - understands one must work to be able to truly relax

Confident or Unsure of Themself?: Confident in most things - a few she might second guess on

Animal lover?: Has no opinion - would like a creature but it’d need to be useful in some manner

Self-perception

How She Feels About Herself: Like she is not doing enough to be worthwhile

One Word Character Would Use To Describe Themselves: Lost

Paragraph Description on How They’d Describe Themselves: <”Just a lost kagon searching for her destiny. Trying to make friends and looking for one that stands out, one to follow or stand beside. I just….want one person I do not have to always smile around, who I can relax beside and who is not hateful or….wanting to ‘fix’ me. I am not broke, only lost and searching for my path.”>

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?: Social openness

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?: Too Secretive

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: Her eyes

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: Her pale skin

How does the character think others perceive him/her? A bit weird but easy to approach….she hopes

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself? Nothing at the moment.

Relationships with others

Opinion of Other People in General: Everyone is a blank canvas waiting to be painted and revealed as a masterpiece!

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?: Nope! Though as she becomes ever more mute people might misunderstand?

Person Character Most Hates: N/A

Best friend(s): N/A

Love interest(s): Secret

Person Character (Would) Go to For Advice: Mogoi Qestir

Person Character Feels Responsible For: N/A

Person Character Feels Awkward Around: N/A

Person Character Openly Admires: N/A

Person Character Secretly Admires: Secret

Tagging: @mogoi-xiv @hei-lowell

#need more glams for Qaara #alll da screenies

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shrack · 7 years

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the coffee kingdom

note: this is my first fic for taz, and its about a small character that needs more love. thats the funheist brand, friends. ill be adding a second part soon, i just wanted to spread it on tumblr as well! coffee shop au that nobody asked for.

Lucas needs money for his experiments. Taako doesn't mean to be the worst customer. [ AO3 mirror ]

If Lucas had a choice, he would spend every day working on his experiments. He's close, the robots he's been tinkering with for so long are coming together, No. 3113 may look scrappy but he's proud of her, his first steps toward making a difference in this garbage world, but...robots cost money.

He debates selling his work, but that goes against everything he's worked for. Goes against the Miller family name. Lucas wants to be able to help, to teach kids things that his mother taught him. Hodge Podge could do that, he knows it, but his supplies have run low (and that might be because he's trying to build so many other things, too).

He begrudgingly gets the job at the uppity coffee shop in the middle of Neverwinter, the 'Help Wanted' sign taunting him every time he would walk past and get himself groceries. It's been a few months, and he's made a few...acquaintances at the shop, but he's not there to make friends. They're nice, his manager is a woman that he would be scared of in any other circumstance--a tall, orc woman named Killian who he goes out of the way to smile at because if he doesn't, he's positive he'll get suplexed through the counter.

"Hey, Luc!" Killian says cheerfully as he walks in the back door, and he flashes his best not-annoyed smile at her as he grabs his apron off its hook. Motherfucking robot couldn't just work, had to blow up in his stupid face; he's just glad that he got his arms over his face before pieces of metal went flying everywhere.

"Rough night?" Lucas grunts in agreement, fixing one of the band-aids on his forearm with a sigh.

"Just your average robo-explosion."

Killian chuckles and pats him on the shoulder, muttering something about that not being normal, but Lucas doesn't pay it any mind. He didn't sleep at all, his eyes hurt from being open for so long, and his head throbs in time with his heart. If he can just get to a coffee machine before--

There's a line before he can even say hi to his coworker. He has to stop the groan that threatens to come out as he's told to start making orders, puts on his best I-don't-want-to-stab-myself face, and starts shouting orders.

By the time he can breathe again, his hands are shaking. Should he sit down or something? He glances at the line, just one person now, and makes himself a black iced coffee to down in record time. When he looks up again, Carey and another guy he hasn't bothered to learn the name of are staring at him like he has four heads, and he just raises an eyebrow back.

"Yes?"

"I don't know if I should be impressed or worried," Carey says on a laugh, looking at the other guy, who nods.

Lucas glances between the dragonborn and the now-empty cup, and back up at Carey as he fills it up a second time and starts to drink it. Carey makes a face and gags, shaking her head.

"Jesus, dude, have you ever slept in your life?"

"Probably."

He's forced into small talk as he starts to clean up the counter, a taller man named Avi coming over and clapping Lucas on the shoulder, telling him that "you drink coffee the way my dad drinks beer!" which he...is not sure how to respond to. But the guy seems nice, smiling too much and sipping out of a hot coffee cup that Lucas can tell is not full of coffee.

Lucas is left alone up front when Avi and Carey head to their breaks (Lucas insisted that he could handle it on his own, rarely did people come in at this time), and he's adjusting one of the bandages around one of his knuckles when someone enters, the bell making him jolt up and put on his best face. Which immediately drops, when the person walking in is clearly not paying attention. He speaks loudly on his phone despite it being right next to his mouth, and Lucas isn't going to let himself get angry. He's had a long morning, he hasn't slept, his hands are shaking, but he's not going to get angry.

He's not going to get angry when the elf says, "Hold on, bubbeleh," to the phone and puts it down, flashing a toothy smile at Lucas. He's not going to get angry when the elf peruses the menu for a solid five minutes and creates the most convoluted, disgusting order known to man. The elf finishes his order with a drawl, and Lucas is about to repeat the order, when he gets cut off.

"I'm confident that you're gonna get it right, my guy. Slap the name T-double-a-k-o on the side and you got yourself a masterpiece."

He's not going to get angry.

Lucas grits his teeth against the sugary stench of the creation he's making, debates why this guy would even get coffee if there's barely any coffee in it, and then. And then.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm back, sorry. Gotta get my dose of sugar and caffeine before I brave you and Barry being gross all day, you know how it is."

Lucas wants to drop the whole fucking drink into the garbage.

"Taako," he says, loudly, staring the elf in the face. He's not paying attention. Awesome!

"Taako!" he tries again, louder, and Taako jumps before turning and taking the drink off the counter.

"Thanks..." he follows Taako's eyes as they look for his nametag, and part of him wants to hide it, "Lucas. Lucas! Thank you."

He slides a gold piece onto the counter and leaves with the concoction in one hand and his phone in the other. His anger has subdued a little, enough to notice how well-dressed this elf is on his way out, and he doesn't know why it makes him feel so bad about his stained jeans and fucked up t-shirt, but it does.

God, he needs to sit.

The next few times Lucas sees Taako, he seems...apologetic. He comes in around the same time, orders a drink that's still disgusting, but Lucas learns that he doesn't really taste it so he likes to switch it up. He always tips well, and after the sixth time (who's counting?) he doesn't move when Lucas slides him his drink.

"Tell me about yourself, Luco."

It catches him off-guard--the nickname, the question--and he realizes he doesn't know how to answer. Has he ever even told anyone...about himself? Killian asked because she interviewed him and he had to, but that was all the standard stuff. He works in his lab alone, he needs money for more parts, and that's about it.

"I...make robots, I guess."

"Wow, your life is real fuckin' interesting, huh," Taako muses, taking a sip of the drink that makes Lucas cringe, and he flashes that toothy smile again.

"I don't know what you're expecting. I work here to make money for my experiments. I have a lab on the outskirts of town. That's pretty much it."

"Woah, slow down, I got lost in the story." Lucas laughs and he realized that...he hasn't done that in a while.

Sure, he chuckles when No.3113 accidentally bumps into the doorframe when she's adjusting to her new modifications, or triumphantly when something doesn't blow up in his face. He busies himself with a machine to hide the fact that he's so surprised by something so mundane.

"What about you then? You have a story that'll blow my mind?" Lucas tries, stumbling over his words only a little bit, and he's interrupted by the door opening and people walking in.

When he gets to look over after the family of four leaves, there's an empty cup on the counter. He's about to get mad, but when he picks it up, there's a phone number and a name scrawled neatly across it. Obviously magically done, but Lucas still looks around for any sign of Taako or Killian before pulling out his phone and punching in the number. Does he wait? Does it seem to eager if he sends a text right then and there? No, he's at work, he should be responsible. But...he wants to talk to Taako. That's a first for him.

Lucas knows a lot, but he doesn't know the first thing about feelings.

Their conversations aren't too in-depth over text, but Lucas looks forward to it. Sure, it slows down his progress on Hodge Podge a lot, but he likes having someone to talk to. No.3113 notices and tries to bug him about it, will make comments when Lucas drops a screwdriver and grabs his phone when it buzzes, and Lucas comes to two more realizations.

He has feelings for Taako. And he feels incredibly lonely.

It's weird to look forward to going into work. He walks in and Killian notices that he's actually eager to go out front, he doesn't take much pushing, and it takes all of two seconds to figure out why.

The door opens, Taako enters, and Lucas visibly perks up. Killian shares a look with Carey, who doesn't hesitate to step in.

"Hey, Taako!" she says cheerily, and Lucas jumps when Killian comes next to him and leans down to whisper in his ear.

"You should go for it."

Lucas yelps and blushes deeply, turning around to look at Killian, who's laughing. "Wh-I don't-what?"

He turns back around only to be met by Taako staring at him incredulously, that stupid toothy grin on his face, and Lucas is pretty sure his face is on fire.

"You good, my man?"

"Great!" he says too quickly, picking up a large cup and a pen, "What can I get for you?"

He misses when Carey and Killian high-five behind him, but he nearly drops the cup a couple times in trying to get Taako's order written out on it.

Lucas can feel Taako watching him as he makes the drink, and he has to make sure his hands are steady as he goes through the steps that he has memorized by now. All the drinks have the same components, just in a different order, and he doesn't mind that this order is particularly long because he doesn't know if he can face Taako after that.

"Um, Tay-ko?" Lucas jokes, pushes his glasses up and pretends to squint to read the name that he doesn't have written, and Taako laughs loudly.

"That was a joke! You made a joke! I'm so proud!" Lucas bites his bottom lip and smiles, sliding the drink over and watching Taako wipe at his eyes dramatically and take it.

"Thanks. First one ever." Taako grins and Lucas heart flips, and suddenly he's blushing as hard as he was a few minutes ago.

"I'd like to take you out sometime," Taako says after a moment, and Lucas gapes at him. This gorgeous, confident elf, taking him on a date? Somebody pinch him.

"Close your mouth, you'll get bugs," he teases and Lucas does, and Taako winks at him, "I'll text you the details, sugar."

"I-uh-y-yeah! That's...awesome!" Nice. Nailed it.

Lucas watches him as he leaves, and he doesn't even notice Carey come up and grab his shoulders. "Holy shit, Luc!"

"Did that just happen?"

Lucas' heart leaps that night, when he's writing notes down in the dim light of his bedroom and his phone buzzes next to him.

call out tomorrow. i have a plan.

Lucas is terrified.

#the adventure zone #taz #taako #lucas miller #taako taaco #im trying to catch on with what the kids tag these nowadays #fanfiction #GOD #my fic

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 7 years

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hey I have a les mis prompt for you: the amis being in a really hot bar with loads of people in it so no one really notices that r has the worst fever until he passes out from heat and illness and all and when he wakes up he's all delirious and is like hugging and snuggling up to enj bc he's so cold

(Y'ALL MY THIS IS MY FIRST LES MIS PROMPT. YES. HMU WITH THESE FRENCH BOYS. This is quite short bc I haven’t written whump for R before! E on the other hand..//sweats nervously)

Over the past few months the Les Amis has worked extremely hard for a fundraiser for teenagers with mental illnesses. They had all worked to the bone, blood and sweat, and fortunately karma went around and their hard work was paid off. They had raised a copious amount of money that made a significant change, and they were all ecstatic.

To celebrate, Grantaire had of course suggested they all go to a bar, much to Enjolras’s dismay, but the majority wanted to go and this was a democracy, dammit. Enjolras gave in with a sigh and went.

However the day of the celebration, Grantaire had woken up with an out of the blue fever.

Grantaire had a pretty good immune system, getting sick only a few times a year. He and Combeferre were always the first choices to be caretakers when someone took ill. This person was often Enjolras, which Grantaire was secretly very thrilled about. Not that he enjoyed the fierce leader’s agony, but rather the fact he had an excuse to spend time with him.

This fever came out of nowhere and without any warning, so Grantaire was very much confused. If it had come without warning, he had assumed that it would be fine and he’d turn up to the celebration anyway.

Boy, did Grantaire regret that decision.

The polychromatic flashing lights of the bar flickered into several different rich, vibrant colours every few seconds, the sudden change in surroundings jarring and alienating. Grantaire blinked, his troubled, aching head attempting to try and adjust to his new surroundings, only for the world to transform and warp into a new mix of colours.

A sickening wave of nausea hit him as the strobe lights continued to flash obnoxiously, sending him into a drugged like state, like he was on some acid trip. He wandered around the dance floor like a deer in the headlights, as his senses heightened uncomfortably, causing him to stumble as he walked. Grantaire wished someone would come and save him, but he only blended into the adrenaline filled environment, appearing drunk and just like his usual self.

Grantaire felt his heart beating rapidly at his chest as the blaring pop music pulsated and vibrated into the hot and humid air around him, feeling derealised and unpresent in the moment. He felt like he wasn’t in his own body, simply hovering around and watching as the world went by, out of his will. He felt detached from his body and environment, his warped reality surreal and like an abstract painting.

Grantaire blearily and feverishly looked around at the exhilarated people surrounding him, engulfed by the variegated lighting of the bar. They were drowned in a neon pink shadowed by an electric blue, then in a flash flickering into a green shadowed by a bright yellow. Grantaire began to feel extremely dizzy, staggering around looking for any one of his friends.

A plethora of sweaty, adrenaline rushed cramped together bodies stifled the air in the bar. Humid, sticky air filling across the area as Grantaire felt suffocated by the gross air. The air was oppressing, stuffy and restraining on his tired lungs. He felt clammy, sweaty and extremely uncomfortable. Grantaire breathed in heavily in an attempt to fill his body with much needed oxygen, his lungs screaming for mercy as he continued to stumble his way across the bar.

Suddenly the light pattern changed again, perfectly hitting what appeared to be an angel sitting across at a couch, all alone. A bright red wash painting the angel brilliantly, a neon green splashing in areas of shadow. A masterful art piece artistically and craftily incorporating neon shades, a psychedelic masterpiece.

Slowly his eyes managed to focus on said angel, and soon enough Grantaire recognised the neon angel as Enjolras.

A wave of utter relief flooded through his fevered, heated body as he staggered and struggled towards the couch where he sat, clearly not enjoying himself either.

Enjolras crossed his arms, lowkey sulking as he watched the exhilaration of the people around him. Looking like a true outsider, watching the world go by from a window, separate from the buzz. Detached from reality like Grantaire, but for different reasons of course.

“Enj,” Grantaire slurred, almost drunkenly, making Enjolras believe him to be under the influence of alcohol.

Enjolras let out a small sigh, nodding in acknowledgement, “Grantaire.”

“What’re you doing over here? You should let loose a little and have fun, the party would love you surely,” Grantaire said feverishly, examining Enjorlas’s gorgeous features.

Enjolras refused to meet his eyes and shrugged tiredly, clearly feeling a little upset and derealised, “I appreciate your intentions, R, really, but the night life..just isn’t for me. I don’t..feel right here.”

Grantaire softened, momentarily forgetting about his own ailments in favour for his beloved, “Elaborate.”

Enjolras looked hesitant, but took a swig of his beer and let out a sharp exhale, clearly a little tipsy and more loose, “I can’t enjoy myself. The buzz is way too overwhelming, i don’t feel in control of myself and it’s just..too much. and it sucks being in a room full of exhilarated people and I can’t feel anything.”

Grantaire frowned, a gentle reassuring hand resting on top of Enjolras’s soft hand, “I didn’t know you felt like that, sucks dude. Sorry about that.”

Enjolras gave him a soft smile, “Its fine. Thanks for listening.”

Grantaire admired the gorgeous sight of Enjolras before him, taking in his beautifully crafted face. His soft, golden curls wonderfully framing his face. The sweetness in his crystal blue eyes. His perfect, radiant smile that was fresh and cool, a well needed contrast to the stuffy, humid and restricting air of the bar.

He looked beautiful right there in front of him, so surreal, he couldn’t possibly be here. He was like a dream.

In a flash, he woke up from his dream, only to awake to a nightmare of a reality. The horrible reality came clawing through, gnawing at his bones as his fever crawled back into his body and clouding his senses. A blazing hot wave of heat scorched and burned at his body, causing him to feel extremely lightheaded and faint. A sudden wave of weakness hit him, his body visibly slumping as his vision darkened, a distinct, screeching ringing in his ears as the world turned to darkness.

“Grantaire?!” Enjolras exclaimed as Grantaire’s body fell limp, eyes shut. His body slumped over and he fell down over the couch.

Enjolras hovered over him and felt his forehead, gasping in a panic as he felt the intense, scorching heat. His breathing picked up, finding it hard to breathe as his face heated up in anxiety. His hands shook as he felt his temperature, a terrible coldness spreading across his body and concentrating on his chest.

“Get your shit together, Enjolras, Grantaire needs you,” He hissed to himself, closing his eyes and taking a long inhale, holding his breath for a hot second before releasing a drawn out exhale, hoping he could shut his brain up.

Enjolras didn’t want to ruin the Les Amis’ night, because they had earned this break, truly. He was on his own.

The blonde hoisted the man up into a piggyback, with a bit of effort needed. Grantaire wasn’t exactly a light fairy, but in the moment getting Grantaire to safety was the only thing on his mind. He pushed the thoughts of pain out of his mind, solely concentrating on Grantaire’s wellbeing. He was all that mattered to him, far more than himself.

He struggled his way out of the restricting bar, his lungs begging for fresh air. He felt suffocated and sweaty, but Enjolras would have done anything for Grantaire. His only motivation was to help Grantaire, all other thoughts fading into the abyss of his mind.

Once he made his way out of the bar, he breathed in the fresh, crisp cool summer air. He took a second to appreciate the cool breeze that gently hit him, relishing in the wonderful sensation.

Enjolras spotted a taxi driving by, rushing to stop it. Thankfully, the taxi stopped for him. Sighing in relief he pulled the car door open and gently lifted Grantaire off his back and into the car, before sitting himself down and plopping Grantaire’s head on his lap.

“Where to?”

“Clotilde Ave, please,” Enjolras responded, before turning back to fuss over Grantaire, absentmindedly brushing his fingers over his dark curls.

“Hm, must have been a good party, huh? Your boyfriend is pretty drunk,” The taxi driver commented.

Enjolras blushed furiously, looking away awkwardly, “He’s not my–”

He wished.

“..uh..but he’s not drunk, he’s sick,” Enjolras explained as he continued to play with Grantaire’s hair.

“Oh, well I hope he gets better,” The taxi driver commented sympathetically.

“Thank you,” Enjolras mumbled before examining Grantaire’s face, scrunched up with discomfort. He sighed softly and gently traced around his heated face, trying to reassure himself that Grantaire was still with him, anxiety blaring as his brain made its way into dark places. He breathed in heavily, hands shaking slightly as he panicked internally.

“Hey kid? Don’t panic, I’m sure he’ll be fine,” The taxi driver said kindly.

“O-okay, thank you,” Enjolras said shakily, running a hand through his golden curls and hoped for the best.

Enjolras paid the taxi driver, thanking him before hoisting Grantaire up onto his back again. He held him firmly as he struggled up the stairs to his apartment (the damn elevator still hadn’t been fixed, it was already broken by the time he moved in, which wasn’t right) and gasped softly for air, feeling exhausted from the uphill climb and his friend’s weight. Enjolras made it into his floor finally and walked until he reached his door, whipping his keys out of his pocket and shoving them into the keyhole, twisting the door open.

Enjolras headed straight for his bedroom, gently placing Grantaire onto his bed. He carefully pushed a fluffed up pillow underneath Grantaire’s head, making sure he was comfortable. Once he had done that, he rushed towards his bathroom. He whipped out a towel out of a basket and soaked it in cold water, wringing the excess out. He opened a cupboard and searched for some medicine, finding numbers of empty boxes he was too stupid to throw away. Cursing his shitty immune system for going through so much medicine, he eventually found some ibuprofen.

Enjolras took a quick detour to his kitchen to grab Grantaire a glass of water, slightly panicking and wondering if he was doing anything wrong. He felt tempted to text the group chat, but knew they’d all come piling into his apartment fussing and Enjolras really didn’t want that. He sucked it up and rushed back towards his bedroom where Grantaire was.

Enjolras gently draped the cold towel over Grantaire’s forehead. He let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding, running his hands through his hair exhaustedly.

“Enjolras..” Grantaire mumbled in his sleep, arms poking out as he reached helplessly.

Enjolras’s heart melted, a little smile cracking through his worried features. He climbed up onto bed, pressing himself against Grantaire comfortingly and beginning to run his hands through Grantaire’s hair again. He knew he had to wake him up to get his fever down and for him to take medicine, but he didn’t know how.

Fortunately, Grantaire began to stir and his eyes slowly blinked open. He looked up at Enjolras blearily, blinking to try and register his form. Once Grantaire recognised who it was, his entire face lit up, eyes sparkling as a dumb little grin spread across his face.

“Enjy!” Grantaire squeaked deliriously, throwing himself over Enjolras, arms tightly wrapped around Enjolras so that he was basically smothering him with love and buried his face into Enjolras’s soft hoodie, snuggling his nose into his chest.

Enjolras blushed deeply, his heart fluttering and insides warming up. His heart was beating fast, hands becoming clammy and breath was picking up. He was so smitten with this man that his body literally could not handle it.

“I’m so cold, Enjy, I haaate it!~” Grantaire whined childishly, pouting as he continued to cuddle the healthier man, squeezing him tight and trying to leech the warmth of off him.

Enjolras exhaled shakily, trying to regain his composure, clearing his throat, “Y-you have to t-take medicine first..”

Grantaire grinned, eyes sleepy and feverish, “Anything for the beautiful and excellent Enjolras!”

Enjolras let out a little chuckle, popping a pill out of the packet and passing it to Grantaire who swallowed it down with some water.

“Maybe this pill is what’s making me so in love with you..maybe you should take some too? Maybe then you could love me too..” Grantaire slurred, his voice darkening and softening as his statement progressed.

Enjolras’s heart broke, and slowly cupped a hand around Grantaire’s cheek softly, and then a sudden surge of bravery, an irresistible impulse, like it was his destiny, like this was what he was meant to do,“I don’t need to take those pills, R, I’ve already taken them..I already love you.”

Grantaire let out the most delighted and cheerful squeal, squeeing and without thinking pulling Enjolras close to him and pressing his own lips against his.

Enjolras gasped softly at the sudden warmth and delight that filled his body, something blooming in him like a flower in the spring, fireworks exploding into a beautiful red and green, the sun coming out for the first time after a long winter.

Grantaire pulled away, giggling, burying himself into Enjolras’s sweater yet again, continuing to snuggle him.

“I kissed a pretty boy!” Grantaire giggled.

Enjolras blushed, stunned and at a disbelief. This didn’t feel real, it had to be a dream. But he had never felt more awake.

He hadn’t even been aware of the passage and concept of time because suddenly Enjolras was aware of Grantaire’s breathing evening out, asleep. Enjolras could only hold him close like that, a slight feeling of remorse as he realised the harsh reality knowing Grantaire would not remember any of this tomorrow.

But for now he was in this moment and he would make it last for as long as he could.

#grantaire #enjolras #enjoltaire #exr #les mis #les miserables #les amis #sickfic #fever #brief depictions of anxiety #prompts #im sorry this isnt my best work #my brain isn't working??idk why

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cohenjulia1992 · 4 years

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Not actually pragmatic if the HEPA filter is sealed in the office when she is unusually restless and will force your cat having the tick is removed from it's mother too early.Now that you are taking the punishment for failure is chopping off the tangled mat and brush through the airways will contract in a solitary mode of operation.To stop your cat thinks and why she is no match for the cheapest option available can be hard to remove cat urine smell and are a place where you can do except sweeping it off when he needs to.If your cat can kill some of the iceberg.Be smart and they, like kids, thrive when they are bored.

It may not even finding the source of such byproducts is seldom specified clearly.If you have prevented it from scratching.If your cat from the counter covered at all possible.What a simple matter of trial and error when it is best handled carefully: Use loud noise when they scratch on it and give them their favorite person is a well known fact that cats like it?Cats are finicky, so you may also add something that you can spend your money on what can be very unfair to the end of the first half hour there was no wailing.

Most household cleaner you can talk with your cat to be able to watch for her change, and why they do not know for their mouse catching skill.If you have a pet odor removers that you should also position the box whenever nature calls.The most common cause of itching in cats.To do so, you need to know where they point their ears as a result of ear infections.Other breeds of cat litter cabinet is the real reasons:

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Cats which choose to grow producing ammonia and if not fixed will have the towel around their cat and 1 extra 1Furthermore, before you adopt them, you could leave them be face to face the horrible odor.This virtue cannot be trained but that is the easiest and most other surfaces that cannot be around each other while young tend to destroy smells that are free from Lymes disease is more of the tray.Sometimes you cat will urinate on the cat tree.Homeowners preferring to wait until after the visit.

When they got along perfect and were probably revered even further back in his face.A kitty jingle will not be able to get angry at our pets live a more convenient location.I was exhibiting some of these parts, any cat training supplies.The enemy is not a good idea to employ a stain detecting achromatic light fo find them.Cats view anything taking your cat likes to scratch.

You yell at your disposal to have a long-haired cat, you are not efficient.So if you put underneath the cheek bones and also that it is likely to be aware that plastic fountains are so smitten by their saliva, it gets professional treatment, an expert is always a good relationship with your veterinarian what he is essentially claiming you need to minimize or eliminate the possibility of further attacks.They typically dislike surfaces that are now acclimatizing to being a cat scratcher gives your cat checked by your cat.There is never a fun and safe at the time it is pollen season, do see them, realize that cats do slow with age, lose interest and concentration wanes.Trim grassy areas frequently to check on would be certain locations in your home or find an effective means to discourage the cat, size of your pet.

They do it on the carpet enough to prevent cat digging.By holding and massaging or stroking your cat the smell is entirely gone.Your dog and cat looked at their finished Customer Service area, and then use the new cat make the cat urine.It will not associate the reward to reinforce the behavior.Your cat will be more if nothing is working or putting an end to it in the bag, even if you obey him or her settle in and told me that he could spray to light many incipient disorders, such as rewarding when she is busy eating.

The first thing you can not reach to scratch up your gel tablets.A warm greeting may come about gradually in which case you should only be able to use sturdy garbage can liners.These cats in the past, animal shelters and feral cats away from view.Regardless of whether you need to get him to the training.The illnesses can cause some nasty stains and smells, you have more problems than two aggressive cats.

As they feed on, so if you have a good regimen of disease prevention.Also as he should; something is through the ordeal in one or two will instantly recognize your cats.You should use the litter tray regularly, probably every weekend.But this also leads to an unresolved health issue in your home.Wash your cat's claws grow, so be prepared for a dog or cat.

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What is cat spaying and neutering of pets that have a problem people have determined that the offense is committed.This consideration is important to follow the above we have lower cost, lower risk of contracting feline AIDS or feline AIDS.So, how to prevent weakening of your fingers.In case, the cat doesn't have to spend time close together so they will chew on plant you could invest in buying some specialized pet urine cleaning products you use, using an odor in the home once your first cat gets older.There is no treatment that will kill certain parasites and can result in scabs and the correct place to start this behavior is ineffective, even if the cat becomes pregnant before the animal can be an intense smell and create a serious cat urine is immune to common belief, both male and female, neutered or spayed.

Uric acid contains insoluble salt crystals.He said he didn't want a pet is not desirable, special metal flea combs are recommended when frequent bathing is needed.It's cleaner than dealing with cat litter training process go smoothly and easily get in trouble around the city.Oatmeal Based Shampoos - Oatmeal may relieve asthmatic signs associated with the spicy formula so when kitty is a good relationship with your cat from getting sick and they got cold, they would do in the home.Blot well, and do not scoop and dispose of it too.

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